The day I will find her, I will hold her in my arms never to let her go. The day, she will be sitting right in front of me, I will look into her eyes, and force her to look into mine, we will lock our eyes, and there would be no need of words, everything would be said and heard through our eyes. The day she will come to me, I will give her every inch of my body to rest her soul, I will let her cry on my shoulder, soaking my shirt with her tears, making her realize that I don't love the happy her only, I love the sad her too.
In sickness, in health, in sadness, in happiness, I will love her.
//De kar mujhay aasmaan, naaraziyaan, khamoshiyaan chor dey, tu noor hai, merey dil ka//
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This is S’zarvyr Auvryath, a noble drow not by birth but by merit as he is the Royal Tailor of the Auvryath Dynasty.
He is roughly 570 years old, so he's an old man. But a very attractive old man.
S’zarvyr lived for his art only and had little quarrels with anyone. His status is very high and he is a fake flatterer that stays on everyone's good side.
Then, he found out he had a thing for 13yo children, or at least one 13yo in particular, and his entire life became loving Nildaer.
He is the most perfect boyfriend ever to exist ever and a Mary Sue and I'm a terrible writer and deserve death. But c'mon, Nildaer is a very tragically strong figure, very good obsession-inspiring material, and he deserved something nice in his life,

He scares her into protecting his feelings. She warns those who know me not to mention me around him. He has money. He is a drunk, abusive and unaccountable. He is what makes the moon brawl with the night